Rising Damp—Or, Remembrances Of Starting A New Life In Ireland
Nov. 23, 2011, Waterford, Ireland
Dear Live and Invest Overseas Reader,
While I waited, I wandered from room to room. It was the house I'd had in mind since the day Lief and I had decided we'd move together to Ireland. Classicly Georgian with high ceilings, a winding central staircase, symmetrical sets of tall shuttered windows in each room, plank wood floors, marble-mantled fireplace and French doors in the living room, and, from every window and every angle, views of the rolling green Irish countryside all around.
Standing in the dining room, looking out the window to the front of the house, I could see sheep in the fields and, here and there, low stone walls. Our seven acres were surrounded by many more undeveloped acres, meaning that our views were unobstructed in every direction. Not another house anywhere in sight; the only structure in view an old cow barn on the other side of our fence out back.